Jorge Portillo
May 13, 1958 — December 1, 2019
Never Forgotten I think of things you used to say And all that you would do. At some point, every single day, My thoughts will turn to you To lose you was a bitter wrench, The pain cut to my core. I cried until the tears ran out And then I cried some more. This wouldn't be your wish for me That I'd ever be sad So I try and remind myself Of happy times we had. I know I can't be with you now And you can't be with me But safe inside my heart you'll stay; That's where you'll always be.